It was an old tape, a looping pattern of longing, whispering not so softly in my ear that I needed to experience Leonard Cohen in person before one of us died.
Merry Dana to You
Last week I hosted my first dana potluck party. Everyone brought some food to share with others and my guests were all invited to take home my stuff.
How Do You Not Waste Your Life?
Sometimes, it feels like I’m drifting along, which my little mind associates with “wasting life.” Other times, it makes total sense. I really didn’t know what all was going in the past either; I just thought I did.
Haunted
When I came upon this tree awhile back, I couldn’t help but stop and take a few pictures of it. With its bare limbs raised in the air, and almost everything around it dead as well, it’s the perfect image of our repetitive, habit driven minds. Chinese Zen Master Sengcan, in his great dharma poem […]
The Zen of Conflict and Trust
The world of appearances is filled with the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance. Sometimes, our closest people have betrayed us. The world as it appears in conditioned reality and ordinary life, is filled with unpredictable and often unexplainable occurrences that definitely go against how we wish things would be. Because of our […]
Hope Isn’t a Buddhist Teaching
Hope is important because it can make the present moment less difficult to bear. If we believe that tomorrow will be better, we can bear a hardship today. ~ By Thich Nhat Hanh I disagree with this statement. It panders too much to the stickiness that lies behind hope. The longing for a future that may […]
Franz Kafka Was A Buddhist
I recently ran across Rick Bateman’s insightful article delving into some intriguing commonalities between the Buddha and author, Ayn Rand. Having only made it half way through Atlas Shrugged without dissolving into a coursing fit of riotous indignation, I applaud Bateman’s peace around Rand’s self-focused literature. I must say my attempt at the novel was […]
Wasting Time
People, myself included, seem to do everything in our power to resist liberation. It’s like we are addicted to punishing ourselves.
The Broken Window
I cried on and off for reasons that usually stay hidden. I cried because I cannot bear the damage and pain that people feel forced to inflict upon themselves and others. I cannot bear that more and more children are being infected by the apathy virus.
To Call Or Not To Call
Deciding to give up my handheld companion while basking in the glow of nibbana turned out to be quite different from the reality of pulling the plug once I returned home. I entered the stages of grief. I’d done the denial circuit for quite awhile before I went on retreat.
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